Back in 2002, we said:

...oil, tires and batteries has merged with the fast-food restaurant and the convenience store, and they are all the same. Even the human contact is not what it was. A pimply teenage girl stares vacantly and says, curtly "Is that it? " when you proffer your cache of Fig Newtons, root beer, Clark bars, potable water and other certified road food. The same moody teenager seems to work everywhere we stop. Once we got west of Indy, the number of cops fell away to near zero for 1500 miles, and then picked up again in California... Read More